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		<description>The original writings of author Nico</description>
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			<title>I am a NPC</title>
			<description>NPC: Non Playable Character
A somewhat impostor syndrome type poem
Read this slow, almost monotone</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niconinja39/3134302/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 2 - Rested and... where is everyone?</title>
			<description>&amp;ldquo;Tired, Why&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;, I groaned out tiredly laying in a small cot with only rags on. I lifted up my limbs, but each one fell after a few seconds. It's not that I couldn&amp;rsquo;t move, rather that I didn&amp;rsquo;t want to. After every battle, once I make camp, find a place to sleep, or am kn..</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niconinja39/3132465/</link>
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			<title>Chapter 1 I need a bed</title>
			<description>Henry, a young man of 14 is finishing up his journey, only one more destination left before his story ends.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niconinja39/3132460/</link>
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			<title>He cried wolf</title>
			<description>He Cried WolfHe Cried out.many times a daywith joywith sorrowwith miserywith cheerdidn't matter wherenor whennor howhe cried out</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niconinja39/3131972/</link>
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			<title>Never will be yours</title>
			<description>A poem based off of the poem &quot;I am not yours&quot; by Sara Teasdale, but more specifically the music score in SSATBB by S Randall Stroope. Written in the view of an Aromantic.</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niconinja39/3128881/</link>
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			<title>We all Cry</title>
			<description>First one is a poem about toxic masculinity, assuming or deeming it unnatural for men to cry
the second one is about crying, how one should, kind of a sequel, maybe more a prequel </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niconinja39/3128560/</link>
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			<title>Empty Space</title>
			<description>I mostly just started writing, no plan or thoughts, at first it was going to be poem about talents and having opportunity, but then it turned to the internet and reflects climbing social media ladders</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niconinja39/3128558/</link>
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			<title>Synopsis </title>
			<description>A quick summary for my book overall</description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niconinja39/3128378/</link>
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			<title>The contrast of me</title>
			<description>A Story about the Usual chosen one, raised since birth. Blades and magic are all he knows, he doesn't enjoy or know much of the everyday life. </description>
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			<link>http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/niconinja39/3128373/</link>
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